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I got down, I got busted
I got a big hole in my heart
I can never be trusted
I'm unstable, I got no place to start.
I got mean, I got loud, and I fell off a cloud in the middle of a carousel
I got down I got busted
And I blew it all to hell.
I got a bad reputation
Busted
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I used to spend my time down on Hull Street Road trying to sell my music
And lighten my load when I saw something like I'd never seen before.
In the middle of one summer night shone a guitar in the pale moonlight and
An angel swearing she was a whore.
I thought I'd seen a lot of things
With my eyes and my shoes and my guitar strings
So I cursed her name and I showed her the door.
Hull St. Blues
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I'd say I'm dressed to underestimate the effects these drugs are taking on
My brain.
My friends say try and take it easy man
You're letting things get out of hand again.
Oh but I don't mind, I just kinda...
I see the sudden change affect the way I shuffle through my day-to-day and
Then blow it.
But I don't let the miles dull my smiles
Only Insane
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Well I love you baby
Try to treat you well
But you come home late at night
Wearing another man's smell.
Yea you come on so strong
Make a poor boy think a spell.
Well I bought a new car
Just to take you for a cruise
But you're out on some banker's boat
Poor Boy
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Well I come home in the evening
Drink my fill at night
Can't help but think to myself
'I must be doing something right'
Don't come and see me in the morning, baby, you know I'm sick in bed.
I've got an ailing in my stomach, lord,
And an aching in my head.
I got this evil woman, won't let me be
Satisfied
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Oh let the lord
Oh let the lord
Oh let the lord come down on me.
Oh let my soul
Oh be saved
Saved from wandering aimlessly.
Oh God forgive
Oh God forgive me
Time Of Need
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Do you have to look so sad and down?
Do you have to sell those silly frowns?
Are you worried baby about money in the bank?
Well I know I've been drunk and dirty
But I'll be on my feet by 11:30
Oh I've still got gas in my tank
And I wanna be your man.
(Be your man)
Wanna Be Your Man
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I'm the divine criminal.
I'm a self-damned man.
Am I not the great accursed?
I'm a hungry man, baby.
I'm a hungry man, mama.
I'm a hungry man, baby.
I'm a hungry man.
You call me crazy baby
Well Well
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Well I know babe
Might be a sin
The way I drink whiskey
The way I drink gin
But oh! more whiskey in my cup,
Darling a little more gin.
Yea, a little of your lovin' baby
And I'm on the road again.
Well I got back from Maryland
Whisky And Gin
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